Then I got home from work and procrastinated even more and diddled around with different projects. Suddenly it was dark and I had to get my run in. So I headed under the bright lights of Caratunk to run the Caratunk Treadmill.
I always kind of dread running this route, the repetitiveness gets to me. But really, it is a nice run and once I get out there I always enjoy it and am happy I did it. It is kind of weird to me how the anticipation or dread of something is almost always way worse than the actual doing of that thing.
It was 6 degrees and dark when I stepped outside for my run, and the roads were covered in about 1 inch or so of packed snow - which is like running in sand. I figure more bang for your buck, right?
|Wee, let me waste a little more time before I get running...|
About the Caratunk Treadmill. I have mentioned this a few times before, but the Caratunk Treadmill is what I run when I have to run and it is dark. I have added to it since THIS post to make it a little longer. Really, it is my only option that doesn't involve dodging log trucks. It isn't an actual treadmill, because I am allergic to those deathtraps. Seriously, I am somehow just not coordinated enough to stay on the things. Don't believe me? Read THIS (it is embarrassing story #2).
Done laughing? It is OK, I laugh every time I think about it. Now you understand my treadmill problem. Moving on.
Here is a map of the Caratunk Treadmill, which is really the places in town that are lit up, which adds up to a ~ 3.6 mile loop. So you go back and forth until you get the mileage you want for your run.
Oh. The map, right:
|The blue line is the Caratunk Treadmill - where the lights are.|
|It isn't as bad as it looks, trust me.|
I thought it would be kind of fun to show you a virtual tour of what I call the Caratunk Treadmill, let you get a really good feel for the run through town. What happened was I ended up with 15 pictures that look kind of like this:
|The dark and scary south end of town|
|The bright and boisterous north end of town.|
I told you, over active imagination and too much sci-fi.
|The moon that the coyotes howl at.|